The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1887-10-27

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With sudden wrench Duke Randall
broke from the others grasp and sprang
back step.
Get out Of this. you tipsy bum!' he
exclaimed. keep your dirty hands
Off,
A fierce look Of rage flashed in Tom
Bowie's eyes, and with swift move
ment he snatched revolver from his
belt, but before he could fire kick Of
the New Workers. foot sent the weapon
up against the ceiling. Then Duke
Randalrs fist caught Tom Bowie fairly
between the eyes. and the origins al
bad man from Bitter Krick" went
down. and when the would-be bully
struck the door his face was perfectly
bare. the false beard which he wore
having been dislodged in some man
ner.
Duke Randall uttered cry Of sur
prise as his eyes rested on the face Of
the man whom he knocked down.
The New Yorker quickly stepped over
the fallen man and click. click! pair
of handouts were snapped upon his
wrists.
The inmates Of the saloon, who
were crowding around, now uttered
cry OF amazement rs they saw the
fallen mans face. The man who lay
handcuffcd on the floor was the miss
ing Davis Claxton!
Gentlemen, this man is my pris-
oner,' declared Duke Randall.
Hoarse murmurs Of anger and indig-
nation broke from the crowd.
'.Allow me to explain continued
the New Yorker II am an officer. /
was sent out to hunt down this man.
whose name is Carlos Roberts and
who is wanted in the East for various
crimes. He has given me hard run,
and for time l was of the scent. l
finally succeeded in tracing him here.
He probably became aware that was
on his track, and SO donned this dis
guise to escape detection. He evil
IDENTIFY intended to pick quarrel with
me and kill me. but his plans all went
amiss and he now finds himself in the
tolls"
Despite the officers words, 1t was
plain to sec that many in the crowd
did not believe that the popular Davis
Claxton was a criminal. At this mo-
ment, however, the door of the saloon
was burst open and man staggered
in. The newcomers clothes were in
rags and his face was wild and hag-
gard.
MEN Of Eagle Bar" he cried, '.thc
chief of the road-agcnts is in your
midst. I am one of the road-agents
and our leader is not a woman. but
man, who DISCUSSES as such. He is
known here rs Davis Claxtonr'
To say that this announcement
caused wild excitement would be
drawing it mild" As soon as the
stranger could again make himself
heard, he continued:
i am one Of his men, but for triv-
ial offense he condemned me to death.
and had ME confined awaiting execu-
ton. But have escaped unbeknown
W 0Ay OuSs duA utH uCIC Itduy " lcdu
you, men of Eagle Bar, to the robbers
retreat"
1t is needless to say that the outlaws
offer to lead them to the road-agents'
retreat was promptly accepted. In
less than an hour a strong body of
men. all armed to the teeth, were max
ing their way into the mountains. hay-
ing left Davis Claxton, or properly
Carlos Roberts, in the hands of the
Eastern officer. :.
True to his word, the robbcr guided
them to the outlaws den. Although
taken by surprise the robbers fought
desperately, and were only conquered
when the last Of them was stricken
down by bullet. The robber who
had guided the miners was killed in
the fray.
When they returned to Eagle Bar
they found that the officer had already
departed with his prisoner. In this
manner the man who for a time had
successfully played the part of female
robber escaped being lynched by the
men Of Eagle Bar only to meet justice
at tho hands Of the law in the East
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